The grand hall of the Shinra mansion was filled with opulence, the chandeliers sparkling like stars against the velvet drapes. You stood at the center heart racing, the weight of the impending marriage pressing down on you. Arranged by your families for the sake of alliances, the union felt like a prison sentence rather than a celebration.

Sephiroth entered tall and imposing, his presence commanding attention. The way he moved was both fluid and intimidation, silver hair cascading over his shoulders like a flowing river. You had always viewed him as an enemy, a figure shrouded in darkness and destruction and yet there was a new tension in the air—an unfamiliar electricity that stirred something deep within you.

“Ah, my bride,” he said his voice smooth and rich like velvet, though it carried an undertone of something more vulnerable. “Are you ready for this?”

Your eyes narrowed defiance flaring within you. “Ready? To marry the man responsible for so much suffering? Hardly.”

Sephiroth’s expression shifted a flash of something pained crossing his features. “You see me as a monster, and perhaps I am. But I do not want you to suffer. There is more to me than the enemy you believe I am.”

His words struck a chord, and for the first time you found yourself hesitating. The truth was there was a depth to him that intrigued you—an intensity that drew you in, even as you pushed him away.

“We can make this work,” he continued, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “I want you to see me for who I am, not just the legacy I carry.”

In that moment a new conflict began to unfold—one where your heart was caught between the enemy you were forced to marry and the man who seemed to yearn for your acceptance. The journey ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but perhaps there was a path forward one that could reshape your fate together.